Nick Wilde x Arctic Fox! Reader {Robbed} by PretzelSnitzel, literature
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Nick Wilde x Arctic Fox! Reader {Robbed}
You sat on the couch in your shared apartment. Your foot tapped relentlessly on the ground as you stared at a broken picture frame on the ground.
You had called Nick as soon as you stepped into the apartment that you shared with the sly red fox. It had took all you had not to cry at the sight before you.
Things that had been put up neatly just that morning had been thrown, dumped, and smashed into the brown carpet that covered the hardwood floor. All of the picture frames that held pictures of the two of you and most of the mirrors in the house had been smashed to pieces. Except one.
That was why you were sitting in your apartment your fac
Damian Wayne x Catgirl!Reader Pt. 9 by Jazz-demo, literature
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Damian Wayne x Catgirl!Reader Pt. 9
*(Y/N)'s P.O.V*
The atmosphere was thick, I gulped and I pressed the doorbell. Bruce had invited me to his house, he wanted Damian to be more social and since he couldn't go out very much without press bugging him, visiting his house was easier.
The door was pulled open by Alfred, said man smiled "Miss (Y/N), welcome" he stepped aside allowing me entrance. "Woah" I said in awe as I looked around the mansion, "let me guide you to Master Damian's room" I nodded, stiffling a giggle at the Master part.
Alfred stopped at a room by the end of the upstairs hall and knocked "Master Damian, a guest has arrived" there was grumbling from the otherside
Damian Wayne x Reader Terms by marilsan, literature
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Damian Wayne x Reader Terms
"I had it handled." Damian clicks his tongue against his teeth in distaste. He was in the process of disarming a man before slamming him to the ground and handcuffing him. (Y/N) had come to Damian's aid two minutes before, having drop kicked a man in the head from the top of a warehouse near the docks. The man had been aiming his gun at Damian and Damian seemed to be occupied. Seemed. Damian still insisted he needed no help.
"Friends help friends, don't they?" (Y/N) smirked, smashing a guy's head in with her fist. Sometimes crooks just made it too easy. Way too easy. Maybe it was just the experience or the natural talent for fighting she con
Damian Wayne x Reader Shower of Compliments by marilsan, literature
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Damian Wayne x Reader Shower of Compliments
"You're cute."
(Y/N) glances at Damian and blinks. Staring at him in absolute oddity, (Y/N) wonders if he could be sick or maybe not feeling well at that moment, because the words that had escaped his mouth were absolutely alien to her ears.
"Are you okay Damian?" (Y/N) asks, completely forgetting about the chess game laying in front of them. It wasn't often Damian Wayne invited people over to his Manor, but it was even less often that he invited someone to play a game of chess with him since he considered everyone but himself to be 'unintelligent' or something along that line.
So I suppose in a way, being invited to spend a day with Damia
Better In Every Way (Bumblebee x Reader) by thewriter9, literature
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Better In Every Way (Bumblebee x Reader)
“Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm…” Shane muttered to himself as his hands trembled with the effort of clipping the fake badge to his shirt.
“Chill man, you’ll be fine.” I reassured him as he gripped my steering wheel tightly. Kade, Shane, Bumblebee and I waited in line to be let in to KSI.
I gazed over my boyfriend’s build in front of me, a purr rumbling throughout my engine as I scanned over the familiar black and yellow Camaro.
Pretty soon, he was let into the facility, me following closely. As we drove into a large room, I stopped in surprise at the large transformer hanging in the center.
R
Damian Wayne x Reader Can't Cut It by marilsan, literature
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Damian Wayne x Reader Can't Cut It
(Y/N) took a deep breath.
"It's... here." She mumbled to herself, raising her hand upwards into the air to get a better look at it. Perhaps to anyone passing by, it would look like a perfectly normal hand, but what they didn't know was that it had a little attachment they couldn't see.
Looking at the pair of scissors on the side-table next to her bed, (Y/N) reached out to grab them, and steadied them to cut the thin pink thread tied to her pinkie and running through her window and somewhere beyond.
One snip. Two snips. Four snips. Ten snips. Twelve snips and it wouldn't come off! (Y/N), in a fit of frustration, threw the scissors on the
Timothy Drake x Reader A Journal's Worth by marilsan, literature
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Timothy Drake x Reader A Journal's Worth
"Oh no."
(Y/N) was on full-panic mode. She had been searching her entire room for her little brown notebook and could find it nowhere. She had been certain she had left it on the nightstand two nights ago, but she hadn't written in it since. When she finally had an idea spring into her head about what she should write in it, she found it gone from her room. Her room was now a complete mess too, so that didn't help her problems. It only made it worse.
"This is horrible." (Y/N) groaned to herself, pinching her nose in between her fingers in stress. What would she do if Beast Boy got his little grubby hands on her journal? He'd show it to the